The Song Book of the Salvation Army ‎#517

517. O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart

1 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart!
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.

2 Whate’er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy:
That silent, secret thought shall be
That all my hopes are fixed on thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thou’rt present, Lord, in every place;
And wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.

4 Renouncing every worldly thing,
Safe ‘neath the shelter of thy wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be
That all I want I find in thee.

Text Information

• First Line: O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart
• Author: John Frederic Oberlin (1740-1826)
• Translator: Lucy Wilson (1802-63)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1986
• Topic: The life of holiness: Consecration and service

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